I think I left off at eight weeks pregnant. We hadn't heard the heartbeat, we hadn't seen an ultrasound yet, we couldn't have known how amazing this experience was about to be.
Dear littlest Russell,
I had a pretty easy pregnancy up until the point where you grew and I was about 15 weeks pregnant. Your favorite position was to hang out so low in my belly right from the beginning all the way to the end causing my back to be in an incredible amount of pain. The kind of pain that forced me to stop working and go on medical leave well before my due date. On top of the usual doctors visits there were many more appointments added to our daily schedule. Chiro, physio, massage therapy, and acupuncture but nothing helped.
At nine weeks and five days your grandma Trish and I went to see you for the first time via ultrasound. We fell in love instantly. There you were, even being that little we could still make out perfect profile of your head, arms, and body or at least I could anyways.
At twelve weeks I heard your heart beating for the very first time. Music to my ears!
At 20 weeks we found out that you are a boy so we could pick out your name get your room painted and ready and start to shop for clothing. Your daddy said he knew you were a boy from day one but mommy was very shocked. I thought the whole time you were a girl. I had dreams of little girl, all the old wives tales indicated female and had mommy intuition all behind me.
I couldn't wait as the weeks went by to have another chance to see you. I had a few more ultrasounds and it was so amazing to see how much you had grown, especially those cheeks!
Your Daddy and I were (and still are) both so happy to have a son to carry on the Russell last name.
Love & Hugs,
Mom
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